Playing along again at Faith Hope & a whole lotta love.
I'm not being cheeky, I mean that the following photos are old, not my father or grandmother!
I should scan more of these images of my parents and their families.
These are of my father when he was around one, so they are over 60 years old.
My father was born prematurely, and apparently lived in hospital for quite some time, wrapped in cotton wool and olive oil (life before humidity cribs). Apparently my grandmother would go and visit him in hospital every day. One day her doctor seemed surprised that Dad was still there, apparently the nurses had taken quite a fancy to him, and were reluctant to let him leave!
So I'm sure his 1st birthday would have been quite a celebrated event.
